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Sal. This Edmond, in the reign of Bullingbrook,
As I have read, laid claim unto the Crown,
And, but for Owen Glendour, had been King;
Who kept him in Captivity, 'till he dy'd.
But, to the reft,

York. His eldek Sifter, Anne,
My Mother, being Heir unto the Crown,
Married Richard Earl of Cambridge,
Who was Son to Edmond Langley,
Edward the Third's fifth Son's Son;
By her 1. claim the Kingdom'.
She then was Heir to Roger, Earl of March,
Who was the Son of Edmond Mortimer,
Who married Philip, fole Daughter
Unto Lionel, Duke of Clarence.
So, if the Issue of the elder Son
Succeed before the younger, I am King:

War. What plain proceeding is more plain than this?
Henry doth claim the Crown' from 7ohn of Gaunt,
The fourth Son; Tork claims it from the third:
'Till Lionel's Iffue fail, 'his should not Reign.“
It fails not yet, but flourisheth in thee
And in thy Sons, fair Slips of such a Stock.
Then Father Salisbury, kneel we together,
And in this private Plot be we the first,
That shall salute our rightful Soveraign
With honour of his Birth-right to the Crown:

Both. Long live our Soveraign Richard, England's King.
York. We thank

you, Lords:
But I am not your King, 'till I be crown'd;
And that my Śword be itain'd
With Heart-blood of the House of Lancaster:
And that's not suddenly to be perform'd,
But with Advice and filent Secrecy.
Do you, as I do, in these dangerous Days,
Wink at the Duke of Suffolk's Insolence,
At Beauford's Pride, at Somerset's Ambition,
At Buckinghảm, and all the Crew of them,
'Till they have snar'd the Shepherd of the Flock,
That virtuous Prince, the good Duke Humphry:

Tis that they seek; and they, in seeking that,
Shall find their Deaths, if York can Prophesie.

Sal. My Lord, here break we off; we know your Mind

at full.

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War. My Heart assures me, that the Earl of Warwick
Shall one day make the Duke of York a King.
Tork. And Nevil, this I do assure my

self.
Richard shall live to make the Earl of Warwick
The greatest Man in England, but the King. Exeunt,
Sourd Trumpets. Enter King Henry, and State, with

Guard, to banish the Dutchess.
K. Henry. Stand forth, Dame Eleanor Cobham,
Gloster's Wife.
In light of God, and us, your Guilt is great,
Receive the Sentence of the Law for Sin,
Such as by God's Book are adjudg'd to death.
You four from hence to Prison, back again;
From thence, unto the Place of Execution;
The Witch in Smithfield shall be burn'd to Ashes,
And you three shall be strangled on the Gallows.
You Madam, for you are more nobly born,
Despogled of your Honour in your Life,
Shall after three Days open Penance done,
Live in your Country here, in Banishment,
With Sir John Stanly, in the Isle of Man.

Elean. Welcome is Banishment, welcome were my Death.

Glo. Eleanor, the Law thou seest hath judged thee;
I cannot justifie, whom the Law condemns.
Mine Eyes are full of Tears, my Heart of Grief.
Ah Humphry, this dishonour in thine Age,
Will bring thy Head with Sorrow to the Ground.
I beseech your Majesty give me leave to go;
Sorrow would fólace, and my Age would case.

K. Henry. Stay Humphry, Duke of Gloster;
Ere thou go, give up thy Staff,
Henry will to himself Protector be,
And God shall be my Hope, my Stay, my Guide,
And Lanthorn to my Feet.
And go in peace, Humphry, no less belov'd,

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Than when thou wert Protector to thy King.

2. Mar. I see no reason, why a King of Years
Should be to be protected like a Child:
God and King Henry govern England's Realm:
Give up your Staff, Sir, and the King his Realm.

Glo. My Staff? Here, noble Henry, is my Staff:
As willingly do I the same resign,
As e'er thy Father Henry made it mine;
And even as willingly at thy Feet I leave it,
As others would ambitiously receive it.
Farewel good King; when I am dead and gone,
May honourable Peace attend thy Throne. (Exit Glo'fter.

6. Mar. Why now is Henry King, and Margaret Queen And Humphry, Duke of Glo'fer, scarce himself, That bears so shrewd a maim; two Pulls at once; His Lady banish'd, and a Limb lupt off, This Staff of Honour raught, there let it stand, Where belt it fits to be, in Henry's Hand.

Suf. Thus droops this lofty Pine, and hangs his sprayes, Thus Eleanor's Pride dies in her younger Days.

Tork. Lords, let him go. Please it your Majesty,
This is the day appointed for the Combat,
And ready are the Appellant and Defendant,
The Armourer and his Man, to enter the Lifts,
So pleafe your Highness to behold the Fight.

2. Mar. Ay, good my Lord; for purposely therefore Left I the Court, to see this Quarrel try'd.

K. Henry. A God's Name fee the Lifts and all things fit, Here let them end it, and God defend the 'Right.

York. I never saw a Fellow worse bestead, Or more afraid to fight, than is the Appellant, The Servant of the Armourer, my Lords. Enter at one Door the Armorer and his Neighbours, drinking

to him so much, that he is drunk; and be enters with a Drum before him, and his Staff with a Sand bag fastned to it; and at the other. Door his Man, with a Drum and & Sand-bag, and Prentices drinking to him.

1 Neigh. Here, Neighbour Horner, I drink to you in a Cup of Sack; and fear not, Neighbour, you shall do well cnough,

2 Neigh.

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for me, I pray

2 Neigh. And here, Neighbour, here's a Cup of CharDeco.

3 Neigh. And here's a Pot of good double Beer, Neighbour; drink, and fear not your Man.

Arm. Let it come i'faith, and I'll pledge you all, and a Fig for Péter. i Pren. Here Peter, I drink to thee, and be not afraid.

2 Pren. Be merry, Peter, and fear not thy Master; fight for the Credit of the Prentices. Peter. I'thank you all;

drink, and

pray you, for I think I have taken my last Draught in this World. Here Robin, if I die, I give thee my Apron; and Will, thou shalt have my Hammer; and here, Tom, take all the Mony that I have. O Lord bless me, I pray God, for I am never able to deal with my Masler, he hath learn'd so much to fence already

Sal. Come, leave your drinking, and fall to blows. Sirrah, what's thy Name? Peter. Peter, forsooth. Sal. Peter? what more? Peter. Thump. Sal. Thump? Then fee thou thump thy Mafter well,

Arm, Maiters, I am come hither as it were upon my Man's Instigation, to prove him a Knave, and my self an honest Man: And touching the Duke of York, I will take my Death, I never meant him any ill, nor the King nor the Queen, and therefore Peter have at thee with a slowus right Blow.

York. Dispatch, this Knave's Tongue begias to double. Sound Trumpets, Alarum to the Combatants.

[They fight, and Peter strikes him down, Arm. Hold Peter, hold; I confess, I confess Treason.

York. Take away his Weapon: Fellow, thank God, and the good Wine in thy Master's way:

Peter. O God, have I overcome mine Enemy in this prefence? O Peter, thou hast prevail'd in right.

K. Henry. Go, take hence that Traitor from our Sight, For by his Death we do perceive his Guilt. And God in Justice hath reveald to us The Truth and Innocence of this poor Fellow,

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Which he had thought to have murder'd wrongfully. Come Fellow, follow us for thy Reward. Exeunt.

Enter Duke Humphry and his Men, in Mourning Cloaks.

Glo. Thus sometimes hath the brightest Day a Cloud; And after Summer, evermore succeeds Barren Winter, with his wrathful nipping Cold; So Cares and Joys abound, as Seasons fleet. Sirs, what's a Clock?

Serv. Ten, my Lord.

Glo. Ten is the Hour that was appointed me,
To watch the coming of my punish'd Dutchess:
Unneath"may the endure the Ainty Streets,
To tread them with her tender-feeling Feet.
Sweet Nell, ill can thy Noble Mind a-brook
The abject People gazing on thy Face,
With envious Looks still

laughing at thy Shame, When thou didt ride in Triumph thro" the Streets.

did But soft, I think she comes, and I'll prepare My Tear-stain'd Eyes, to see her Mileries. Enter the Dutchess in a white Sheet, and a Taper burning

in ber Hand, with a Sheriff and Officers. Serv. So please your Grace, we'll take her from the Sheriff. Glo. No, stir not for your Lives, let her pass by.

Elean. Come you, my Lord, to see my open Shame?
Now thou dost Penance too. Look how they gaze,
See how the giddy multitude do point,
and nod their Heads, and throw their Eyes on thee.
Ah Glofter, hide thee from their hateful Looks,
And in thy Closet'pent up, rue my Shame,
And ban our Enemies, both mine and thine.

Glo. Be patient, gentle Nell, forget this Grief.
Elean. Al Gloster, teach me to forget my

self:
For whilft I think I am thy married Wife,
And thou a Prince, Protector of this Land,
Methinks I should not chus be led along,
Mailid up

in Shame, with Papers on my Back,
And follow'd with a Rabble, that rejoice
To see my Tears, and hear my deep-fet Groans.
The ruthless Flint doth cut my tender Fect,

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